Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.